Chapter 71: Chapter 71

Edith

"His profession is similar to mine princess but I cannot reveal to you more details." Dad says feeding me the last spoon. "Now fresh up, go to bed and clean that grubby face." He points to me making a twist of his lips but immediately asks going excited. "Is my princess happy now?" Tapping my finger on my chin I go a little dramatic and answer him thoughtfully. "May be a little…."

Dad smiles aloud, I was seeing him this happy after a very long time. He clears the hair on my face and kisses my forehead. "Even if hell breaks I would never decide anything wrong for you, Princess. Believe in my decision." He tells me serious holding my face in his hands. Age has marked him. There were fine lines appearing in the corner of his eyes but the smile on his rims makes him the most attractive man on earth. My daddy only mine....and he is always my superman capable of driving every demon away. The only difference is when I was small he drove them away from under my bed and now he is driving them from my life.

I take my shower in warm water and come back to the room tugging my pink towel around my bust which reaches just above my knees. As I try to find my night wear from the cupboard I hear my phone blare on the bed. No sooner do I record the caller-id a smile tugs my lips but with a lot of endeavour I arrest it. He shouldn't know that I'm very happy to receive his call.

Laying on my stomach I fall on the bed and press the answer button going excited. "Hello Sweet cakes, did all your dramas subside in the house?" How did he know? Are there any secret cameras in the house? I look around. He sneers and something sparkles in his eyes. "Sweet cakes there are no cameras in your house. It is just my intuition with the roller coaster experience I had with you."

I narrow my lips to a small zero and tell him "I am not an exaggerator and did not create any drama. I was a good girl." I turn my face away from the screen and hear him chuckle. "Of course you are and I can decipher very clear if you could make a scene or not." He tells me in a mockery.

"I'm angry upon you. You did not speak for one...two...three months." I open each of my fingers and show it to him. "No you are wrong." His face was serious now. "I did not speak to you for two months twenty one days and sixteen hours." My jaw hanged to the floor at his accuracy of remembering things and his vision slowly crawls from my face to my bust.

That's when I realize that my towel opened and my breasts were in full view for him to see. I quickly try to cover them but he stops me. "Don't". I make a face and tell him "you are shameless."

"That I am." He tells with no hesitation but with pride and starts handling himself. His erection was perfect, very long of a giant size and its tip rose red was dripping juices. I lick my lips involuntary he had the power to turn me to a mess just by looking at his organ. I was going wet and wonder what would be the feel when it enters inside. That's when I recall he wasn't made for me and my marriage is already settled with someone else.

"Are you already wet for me baby?" He asks me gentle. I bite my lip and nod to him shyly. "Come on, open your towel fully love…." He insists. "And I discard the little piece of clothing covering me. "Wow" he exclaims "you are very beautiful and alluring Sweet cakes. Your hairy triangle is simply too inviting. I can't stop myself but imagine touching it." He handles his 'long' with speed. "Last time I touched your sexy clit you were clean shaven but I love it bushy. So you can trim but do not clean it fully from now onwards." I wonder when he touched me but thinking about his hands on me I was growing more lascivious. Analyzing his facial expressions I know he could clearly read my mind but for some reason he chooses not to speak.

Sandro was talking to me like I belonged to him and it pained me more to reveal to him the truth. He never instituted romance between us except for a kiss once in a while but now the more he opens up the greater the destiny is pulling us away. "Come on fondle your breasts for me baby." He requests and I oblige him immediately going more and more carnal between my legs. "Lick the buds." He commands. Holding my breasts up I drop my head down and lick the pink areola of my breasts slowly while caressing the other. "That's superb, you are doing it excellent." he compliments. "Now get your hands down baby and start fingering your vulva."

Holding my phone with one hand and projecting it at the right place for him to see I start rubbing myself. "Oh my God this is heavenly Sandro." I breathe closing my eyes in ecstasy. "Yeah that's the way you would feel." His voice was rugged enraptured in lust. "Jesus fucking! I'm about to come Sandro." I squeal in salaciousness. "Come for me baby." His voice comes out hoarse and with effort. Within a few seconds both of us extricate our juices. "Sweet Jesus you have the power on me that no woman till date had." He divulged without shilly-shallying.

My stomach goes to a knot at his unwelcoming revelation. "With how many woman did you sleep Sandro?" He doesn't reply me for a few seconds and there appeared a regret on his features. "I am sorry Sweet Cakes, if only I could revert my past but if you believe me I would like to say I stayed celibate since the day you entered my life. The day you saw me shattered..." His voice hitches lightly. "I did not do the mistake. I was just drunk, I swear." He was firmer in his last words that slowly went to a pained whisper "if you could trust me...."

I calm my shallow breaths, put on my night wear and blast to him my inimical news. "Sandro I'm getting married." A chill ran down my spine as I wait for his response but to my surprise he was least effected. He smiles to me softly and asks. "Are you happy princess?" He might have got a bone to pick with me as I give him an angry stare. "How can I be happy Sandro when I haven't dated, haven't fallen in love and know nothing about my groom?"

He goes to soft laughter. "You will soon know.....Do you think your father is going to choose someone wrong for you?" Recollecting an incident in the past he arrests his chortles. "When your were small, a cook has put a spoon of extra sugar in your milk and your dad didn't leap his eyes before he fired the servant charging him of instigating sugar rush in you." His controlled smiles were now in open laughter. "For a man of that calibre do you think he is going to go hasty on the most primal decision of his daughter's life?" Sandro shook his head. "Stay calm and happy Sweet cakes. Close your eyes and sleep. You will see your handsome Adonis in your dreams." He promulgates but with softness as though he is the wire puller of what goes in my brain.

"I want to but I'm not able to sleep." I complain rubbing my eyes with my hands in fists. "Edith can you get more adorable with that pretty face and that cute pussycat's picture stuck on your night shirt? I swear I'm going to buy you a trunk of those night wears with those cute sketches." I crib hitting my hand on the pillow. "I'm not finding sleep and you keep on talking."

"I miss you so much Edith. That's why I can't stop but talk to you continuous. Okay now lay down, place the phone beside you and close your eyes. I will see why sleep doesn't get to you." I shut my eyes following his instructions and slowly he starts singing for me in his melodious voice. I did not know Sandro could sing so beautiful. Every day he reveals a new piece of him in puzzles.

The dream

In the midst of Blue Mountains covered in fog stood a handsome young man in a black suit with his hands dipped in pant pockets. I couldn't see his face, his back of facing me. But his erect posture, his strong shoulders and protuberant muscles defined he was the most sinfully gorgeous man on earth.

The blue waters were flowing down from the foggy mountains in huge waterfalls but he remains unfazed strong and collected radiating a powerful aura. I wanted to run into his arms and hug him but there is an enormous cover of a cloud obstructing me to reach him. I was calling him but he couldn't hear finally when he turns back my eyes were on stalks stationed at the irresistibly attractive Apollo that even a mascot would feel jealous.

He had pink full lips covered in a cupid's bow, chiselled jaw line and a pointed nose. He was devilishly handsome that even heaven would bow down. My world came to a stand-still. In an uncontrollable desire my eyes slowly move upwards and my pulsed stopped then and there as I meet his pulchritudinous orbs. They were the same icy blues that invaded my every dream, my every thought in my sleeping and waking state. Allesandro Jacob Martin - my desire, my power and my heartbreak too.

The next morning I get up fresh and energized. Looking around I find my phone still placed beside me and my lips automatically extend to a smile. Sandro held the potential to intervene with my subconscious state too.

If only God would have willed for him to be my husband, my life would have been a bed of roses.